Edit My Epitaph!

Edit my name from your headline,
If you please,
I'm no longer a shoulder to cry on,
Nor a sleeve,
You can't use my arms for shelter
From the cold, cold sting of the wind,
We're no longer friends.

So go walk away with your lover,
Take him home,
I'll watch you as I bite the bullet,
Cut to the bone,
Caught in the crossfire of shrapnel,
Spitting scorn from your lacerating tongue,
And you don't give a damn!

One foot in the gutter and the other
Drags behind,
I trudge through the mire of a love
Left to die,
Lost like the sadness of a rose
Left to bleed in a field full of weeds,
The cheal cherry weeps.

It rains on the garden, the cold tears
From the skies,
There's sorrow in the willow, who hangs his
Head and cries,
Soft sparkling water that brings life
To this miserable world,
Is taking its toll.

I am lost in the nightmare of a dream
That's decayed,
Alone in the darkness as my life
Drifts away,
On the waves of retrospect
That flood in a storm of regret,
And I feel your neglect.

So edit your headline with my
Epitaph,
Raise a toast to your new love, have a drink,
Have a laugh,
As I toil in the turmoil of the storm
That steals my last breath,
And I welcome Death!